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It had taken Aberham quite a while to make his way to the desert village of his employer.

His last job had gone well enough, he exchanged the rings for the money and without words parted ways with the woman. He thought that he should get out of Hyrule for the next job, he had been doing alot of illegal work there and he did not want to acrew so much heat. Gods he hated the desert, he had to travel with almost an entire barrel of water on his person and the sand got in all the joints of his armor. Oh his armor! How it plagued him! It was so good at insulating heat that if he had come here unprepared he knew he would not last three hours in the open sands.

Eventually however, his map took him to the small desert town. He went to a predetermined location and arrived early. This was a great thing, he would have enough time to stop by a bathhouse here! He poked around and eventually found a suitable one with waters that were clean, if hot. Never had he been so great full for a bath. Once he was done he cleaned out most of the sand from his joints and wore a different set of under armor. He felt great! In preparation he bought a shawl to protect him like a robe from the elements and filled his canteen at a fountain in the center of the village. Then he went back to the predetermined area next to the stable with time to spare.

When the wagon full of clanking glass bottle's arrived he finally met the merchant in person. He was younger than he had expected. He looked like he was in his early twenty's and was wearing a red robe like many people. "Oh hey!" The young man said. "Are yous the escort I hired to get out of the desert. "Ay. You got your man." Aberham hauled himself up onto the seat next to him and took out a contract, a knife, and a quill. "Here, sign this." Said Aberham.

After he quelled the merchants objections he had a contract written in blood from both men. "No reason to delay then. We set off immediately." He flicked the rains and got the desert horses to make their way out of town. "I wouldn't count on seeing any action mate. The path we're taking goes through every back road from Er to castle town. But you got to have some protection, bandit's El rob you blind otherwise! I hope you brought water, because we'll be traveling clear into the night and your havin none of mine!"

Aberham said very little, it was his job to stop ambush and keep the cart safe. The desert monsters mostly steered clear of the beaten path. I guess they don't take kindly to getting their head lopt off every time. He thought to himself. Most of the beginning trip was entirely uneventful, the cart made it's way through the sand like a ship at sea. Winding through huge sand domes to reach their destination. Then that's when he saw it, a couple of Stalfos were blocking the way. He told the merchant to stay with the cart while he dealed with it.

He drew his sword and jumped off the cart. His legs were glad to stand up again but they immediately complained of his armor being so heavy. The two skeletons where thirty five feet away and armed each with a sword and a shield. It was time to show the merchant what he was paying for! Aberham advanced forward and once he was within twenty feet he was spotted. The skeletons readied their weapons and advanced themselves. Aberham grew closer and closer to them until one jumped ahead and performed an overhead slash with his sword! Aberham blocked it with his shield and swung back, his sword hit the bones of the monster directly sending a crack through the air. He had clearly done some damage.

The other got close enough to swing it's sword. He parried with his own and swung back, but it had learned from its partner and blocked with his shield. A metal on wood thunk was sent into the air. The damaged Stalfos swung his sword several times wildly, but with superior defense and strength he blocked the wild chops with his shield. He whipped around, spun on his heel and cleaved with his sword causing the skeleton to fall into a pile of bones on the ground. His partner swung his sword again and blocked, he was clearly the more cautious one. Aberham parried, took his sword by the middle (and using a technique called half swording) and reached past the shield and dug into the bone. He managed to break the skeleton in twain and the bones fell to the ground.

Already he could see that the bones were reanimating so he signaled the merchant to come. The horses galloped forth and Aberham stepped to the side. When the cart was right next to him he jumped onto the wagon and climbed up into his seat. The merchant was clearly impressed.

Aberham knew this because he wouldn't shut up about it for the next hour! He had to listen to this tan desert kid go on and on about how Stalfos were apparently so tough and how he knew about a lot of people who had perished to them. Aberham just nodded and sipped from his canteen. They were nearing the end of the desert, the huge dunes were giving way to smaller ones and if you squinted you could just barley make out the green grass of Hyrule field in the distance.

Aberham felt uneasy, they had not encountered a single bandit or even seen anyone else going this way. "Are you sure about this path?" He asked the kid. "Absolutely, my great great grand pappy used to use this path to trade spice all the time!" This set off alarm bells in his head right away. If people stopped using the old paths it was likely for a reason.

Not more than ten minutes later he saw why, three armed men standing on the old path next to some saddled horses drinking from an oasis. "Look what we got ere men!" Said one of the men with a Calvary saber. Aberham cursed, he stood up on his wooden seat and drew his sword. They were twenty feet away from the bandits. "What are you waiting for!? Go! GO!" The merchant reined his houses into a full gallop and they sailed right passed the bandits, who had to jump to the side to avoid getting run over. "After em!" Said one of the bandits as they hopped on their horses.

The clanking for glass bottles in the back of the wagon increased tenfold. The horsemen caught up to them very quickly, the one with the saber was the most swift and got right next to Aberham. He swung his sword and was to low for Aberham to block. The blow recoiled off of his armor harmlessly. He kicked to drive the man back and swung his sword, this was not the mans first time on horse back however, and he ducked to avoid it. A companion of his who was riding right behind him was armed with a sling and took the opertunety to send a stone Aberhams way. He smashed it out of the air and growled, he swung his sword at the one closest to him again but this time the blow caught him in the neck and sent him tumbling off he horse into the desert to die.

"Abe!" The merchant yelled, while he was busy dealing with the other two the last one had climbed onto the cart and was armed with a short sword. He took a fistful of the drivers hair and raised his sword to kill him. Only to feel a massive hand wrap around his throat and to be hefted off the cart like a toy. Aberham turned around and threw the man at his coworker who was spinning his sling in the air and drawing close for another shot. The two went tumbling off like the first one into the desert. Aberham examined the merchant for injury and after finding nothing sheathed his sword and sat down noisily on the wooden chair.

If Aberham thought his client would not shut up about the skeletons he really would not shut up about the bandits. He was totally ecstatic about it all the way until they arrived. Once they were getting their goods checked at the gate to Castle town Aberham was paid in full. "And as a litle bonus go ahead and take a bottle of the cookin spice in the back. They're all worth the same." Aberham chose the extra hot red spice. And even though it was so hot that it made a grown man cry and want to cut off his tongue,

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